Singing and Singing
Timbre
Who are we?
Those who are left
Are left alone
Are we still real
When there is no one to see?
You don’t seem to see all of me
Only what is dark
Why must I become the rose
That only shows its thorns?
Pruning back what I thought
I thought was growth
Fragile branch, fragile hands
My hands
Hands that held
Mouths that spoke
Close
I don’t know why
I don’t know why
I don’t know why
You would turn now
You would turn away
From what we’ve built
What was meant to be a shelter
Now is just a wall
What we once held sacred in our eyes
Now is what divides us
What defines our separate lives
Seeds we planted
Watered, tended
Try to bloom in dark
Desert flowers fully bloom
Though no man sees
I am not held
I am tied to your eyes
I can be even when you don’t see
I can be even when you don’t see
Singing and singing and singing